The Child Warrior Poem by Mohammad Younus

The CHILD WARRIOR

The Child-Warrior muscles up to pelt -
on the vandalizing and killing forces
As if at play with cruse missiles
His toys have been snatched away
By the illegal occupier of his home -
Unintending to vacate, and return his toys -
But very soon, the child fighter believes -
The occupier shall start vacating
And fleeing with bag and baggage
Leaving behind his stockpile of arms
And the broken toys in the rubble of his home -
That was bombarded or blasted down
He has a mixed feeling of fear and joy
But, with his dancing eyes ajar,
He is thankful to the laughing God
That he got his home back
Albeit, just a heap of rubble and wreckage
He is peeping through the silt of his tearful eyes
To confirm if really the last soldier has gone
His eyes sparkle with joy of triumph,
He sees the morning sun of freedom,
Spreading its gleaming light on his ruined home.

Mykoul